So I'm saying "What up what up. [bad word] you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. [bad word] you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. [bad word] you made it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. [bad word] I hate it."
So I'm saying "What up what up. [bad word] I hate it." [bad word] and I'm riding down the back streets
Making my conscious ask me
"Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?"
Black boy fly
Black boy fly
Black-black boy fly
Black boy fly

[Verse 1]
I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo
He was the one to follow
He was the only leader for seeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym
We was living in sorrow
Total envy of him
He made a dream [bad word] a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
He way out [bad word] with further more to [bad word] Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It's 2004 and I'm watching him score 30
Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me
Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was just moving backwards

[Verse 2]
I used to jealous of Jayceon
I used to jealous of Jayceon- Taylor when I was young
Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs
Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn
Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against